Shiloh

Shiloh sat perched staring out at the rising sun one morning while Ball Python set out to catch sight of emerging prey, every breath followed closely by a whistle and eyes heavy with exhaustion. With a wondering nudge of the paw from her leader, she was quick to gaze over towards the black lion.

"What is bothering you, Shiloh?"

The male curiously questioned as he settled down beside her.
He would only earn a soft sigh and a flick of the elders tail before she finally spoke up after a moment of silence.

"I am afraid I will not live past this day.. past this morning. I fear I've reached the end."

Shiloh spoke in a weary voice, weakened with age.

"Thank you, for giving me a life- for giving my daughter, Flame, a life too. I'm happy I could spend my last years alongside you, contributing my hunting abilities.. I only wish I could spend more time during your time of leadership."

She forced a smile to lift lightly over her maw, before leaning and gently head-butting the male.

"King Hollow made a right decision with making you king. I trust you can protect my young and their young for the years to come. Though I must go, I cannot have my own daughter stare at my lifeless body lying at her feet. I will venture these lands.. I will discover a resting place, but I will be sure to return and offer you protection for the remainder of your reign."

And with that, the elderly female brushed her bristled tongue over the males shoulder before rising to her paws; casting a final grateful glance and nod to the dark-furred lion. Afterwards, she would turn and begin forward into the endless lands; dissapearing with the wave of frosty mist that engulfed her.





DECEMBER 14TH, 2023 - time of death.